"If that's the case, no problem! I can work on the project and give you advice."

Peter Schulz had already mentioned this, and Qiao Yu readily agreed.

Anyway, he is not familiar with Microsoft.

Since Peter Schultz doesn't think there is any problem with this, any unpleasantness that may arise in the future will be the unpleasantness with Microsoft.

These are all small things.

As long as others are in China, Microsoft wants to eat them up, and with Lao Zheng and Xiao Zhang standing in front of them, he is not afraid at all.

"Trust me, you won't get bored. It's a very challenging job!"

Peter Schulz said happily.

After finalizing the business, the two of them had almost reached the banquet hall where the dinner was held.

"Go and enjoy today's dinner. I won't go in with you. After all, you are the one today... hmm? Well, you went to change into this outfit specifically for the dinner?"

Only then did Peter Schulz notice that Qiao Yu had put on a very casual outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved light white T-shirt.

"Isn't it good? Let me tell you, this dress is made of pure cotton and is very comfortable to wear. It is also from Reebok, a brand product!"

Qiao Yu pulled the T-shirt on his body and said after showing its unparalleled elasticity.

Peter Schulz smiled as if he had thought of something, and then said with emotion: "It's great to be young!"

Then he shook his head and walked quickly into the dinner hall.

Qiao Yu decided to forgive Peter.

It’s understandable that Germans don’t have a sense of humor...

However, he still turned around and asked Zheng Xiwen, who had already followed him: "Old Zheng, don't I look more handsome in this outfit than in a suit?"

Zheng Xiwen looked at Qiao Yu who looked younger and more energetic after changing his clothes, and felt that this guy did it on purpose...

But he still nodded and praised his fate: "That's right, he's even more handsome!"

…

Entering the dinner hall, Qiao Yu immediately heard a round of applause.

Afterwards, Qiao Yu probably understood why this kind of dinner party is said to be the vanity fair of Western society.

Looking around, all the men and women were wearing decent formal clothes. Even the people who were originally gathered together in twos and threes to talk, now all looked at him and applauded.

This is probably the respect given to the world's youngest Fields Medal winner. It is also the reason why Peter Schulz is unwilling to walk into the hall with Qiao Yu.

From this perspective, his casual attire is indeed too casual.

But it doesn't matter. As the saying goes, young people deserve to be forgiven even if they do some deviant things.

Not to mention that he just changed into more casual clothes. He is still far from being apostate.

So Qiao Yu confidently raised his hand and waved it randomly around to thank everyone.

You are young and frivolous...

There is nothing wrong with dressing younger. Dressing in suits and ties just makes you look old-fashioned.

After looking around, Qiao Yu quickly saw Mr. Yuan and Qiao Xi not far away.

Then he strode over without waiting for the person holding the drink next to him to come over.

"Mr. Yuan, mom. You guys were here first."

Yuan Zhengxin was laughing and before he could answer, Qiao Xi glared at Qiao Yu: "Why did you change into this?"

"You look young. Besides, I won the award not because of the clothes I wore. It was mainly because of my talent. You're right, grandpa." Qiao Yu directly took Yuan Zhengxin's arm and said.

"Haha, yes, yes, it makes you more energetic when you wear it this way. I think it's good! As a kid, you'd better wear this to look energetic."

After the old man said this, Qiao Xi just glared at Qiao Yu and said nothing.

But she's used to it.

It was like this when she was a child. Qiao Yu was always very good at pleasing the elderly. Back then, Qiao Yu's grandfather was always coaxed to stand by him unconditionally. When she wanted to beat this kid, she would be scolded by her father instead.

After all these years, my craftsmanship has not been lost, so it’s hard for this kid.

After finishing the clothes matter, Qiao Yu said again: "Grandpa, pick up my mother and go talk about something!"

"Okay, you go ahead. I asked her to come to the dinner because I want her to communicate with more mathematicians. See if she can come across a topic she likes. It's the same thing if you take her around."

Yuan Zhengxin said with a smile.

This is quite true.

After all, he is old, and his main energy has been devoted to education these years, and his exchanges with the international academic community are completely incomparable to those before.

On the contrary, Qiao Yu is the truly hot mathematician now.

"No, I'm just going to have a little chat with my mother. Let her follow you later! Let me take her around, I'm afraid she will pull her ears!"

Qiao Yu complained and then pulled Qiao Xi to a small corner of the dinner hall.

In fact, no matter where Qiao Yu went today, people would probably look at him frequently. It was just because he saw Qiao Yu pulling Qiao Xi to talk, and no one would be interested in joining him at this time.

Except Lao Zheng.

When only Qiao Xi was left, Qiao Yu winked and asked, "Mom, you didn't see Professor Frank just now."

Qiao Xi first frowned and asked, "Professor Frank? Which Professor Frank..."

Then he quickly came back to his senses, glared at Qiao Yu, and said angrily: "Professor Frank introduced several of them, but I didn't see the one you mentioned."

"It stands to reason that he should come to the dinner party today. If you see him and want to pour wine on him and smash the glass or something, just do it and I will support you!"

Qiao Yu encouraged him enthusiastically.

Qiao Xi rolled her eyes at Qiao Yu, then turned to look for Mr. Yuan.

She was afraid that if she chatted with this boy for a few more words, she would be tempted to pull his ears at the dinner party.

I heard that many reporters would attend today's dinner, and Qiao Xi didn't want Qiao Yu to make any big news again in Philadelphia.

Qiao Yu didn't even have time to feel sorry for Qiao Xi's attitude. He couldn't help it, he couldn't take any time off at all. Someone had been waiting beside him, and when he saw Qiao Xi leaving, he immediately came over.

"Congratulations on winning the Fields Medal, Joe, you are amazing. By the way, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Luis José from the School of Mathematics at the Javier Chaquez University in San Francisco."

"Hello, Professor Jose, what's the matter?"

"Qiao, what do you think about the pseudospectrum theory?"

"Um...Professor Jose, have you eaten? Why don't we go eat something first?"

…

An hour later, Qiao Yu hid in a corner with a look on his face that said strangers should not come near him.

No way, the mathematician's dinner completely overturned his cognition. Shouldn't it be like in the movie, where everyone politely chats for a few words and then leaves politely?

What does it mean to talk to him one by one about some messy research projects? What about the application of pseudospectrum in Gaussian beam propagation...

What the hell is this? How to control the topological changes of the pseudospectral collection by adjusting the perturbation of the operator?

Is there such an unpopular research field in mathematics?

What other non-Hermitian spectral problems, shape optimization in inverse problems, ultra-discrete dynamic systems...

It didn't matter that the food at the buffet was not delicious. After an hour, he was more tired than when he was in China dealing with the visiting professors.

They were all things that he had no impression of at all, which made Qiao Yu begin to wonder if these people were here to disgust him on purpose. They told him that there were many things he didn't understand...

But after feeling sulky for a while, Qiao Yu adjusted his mentality. He is a Fields Medal winner.

Qiao Yu turned around and planned to say hello to Zheng Xiwen, hang out for a while, chat with some acquaintances, and then go back to the hotel to rest.

But a gust of fragrance hit him, and then a very typical Western beauty stood in front of him wearing an evening dress and holding a glass of champagne.

Blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, with light makeup, a surprising career line, and long legs looming under the long skirt, she is indeed very eye-catching.

"Hello, Qiao Yu, nice to see you again."

Qiao Yu glanced at the low-V evening dress, then turned to look at Zheng Xiwen behind him. Old Zheng seemed to have no expression.

So Qiao Yu asked in surprise: "Huh? See me again? Have we met before?"

The beauty shrugged helplessly, "Well, at the afternoon press conference, New York Daily reporter Grace Abigail. In fact, it has only been a hundred minutes since we last met."

Qiao Yu suddenly understood, nodded and said, "I see, hello Ms. Abigail. I didn't know that reporters could also attend tonight's dinner."

"Madam? This is not a title you would use. In fact, it doesn't have to be so formal. You can just call me Grace like other friends. This is more in line with our age, isn't it?"

"Okay, Grace, what's the matter?" Qiao Yu shrugged and said casually.

"Well, actually I admire mathematicians very much, especially young mathematicians like you. I'm curious about your daily life, so can you talk to me?"

Grace held the wine glass and looked at Qiao Yu and asked, with a hint of appropriate inquiry in her eyes.

Qiao Yu thought for a while and asked: "Um... when you were in high school, were there any boys in your class who were like nerds? They had good grades but didn't like sports.

Every day, whether in class or after class, I take a book there and read or do questions. I don’t pay attention to what others are doing at all, and I don’t have many friends around me. I feel very withdrawn and unsociable, and I even get bullied occasionally..."
To be continued...